Rotary (Exchange Illinois U.S.A. To Delhi India) Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

What's Rotary, was the first question from me, when I was asked to be on the exchange team to India, off the coast of the Arabian Sea.

Landing in New Delhi to begin our stay, after flying twenty two hours, half way around the world, we were introduced to A culture, so different, than our home in the U.S.A.

We were greeted with handshakes, and shouts of cheer, as if we were good old friends, who just appeared.

We were treated like kings, offered anything that we may need, total strangers as friends, and Rotary was the key.

We had tea with the Secretary General, and A tour of the Presidents home Too, A couple of visits, most of their citizens, would never dream of, or be able to do.

One of the most populated, and poorest countries anyone could ever see,
the fellowship of Rotary International, made it possible, interesting, and kept us, as safe as we could be.

Most of us wouldn't even plan A visit with our neighbors, for A few hours of one day, Because of the trust of Rotarian's, their families, took us in, and gave us A comfortable home to stay. Trip 01/1988 - 02/1988